How You Get A Rash

Stereotypically crisp October – I slept in the grass and woke up in the clover. Often times it hurts to know there’s moments when you slack and slow where you should attack and fight to go there – this is absolutely not at all one of those times. By some design there is a crispness to the lone chirp in the trees – waited too long to be loved or couldn’t choose or did and lost – whatever you believe, it’s getting late for us; the frost showed up a night ago or something – awful cold night to feel lonely, to have no one else’s body beating warmth out of some tiny little frame and rapid heart! I think October stands apart from other months because its bronzeness, its different sort of light. I think it’s some other universe we enter for a slight bit of time every year which disappears after its over. I slept in the grass and woke up in the clover.